Hidden Secrets
Disclaimer: I don't own anything or any of the characters, locations, etc. from The Lord of the Rings nor do I claim too. I only own the creation of Wanderer
Chapter Three: Discovery
T.A. 3018
Wanderer awoke to the sight of a dark-haired stranger sitting beside her. Her wound was bandaged and pain dulled. Ever suspicious, she reached towards her dagger, which was always at her hip and was shocked to find that it was missing as well as her sword. She was still dressed in her Ranger clothes, though she was wearing a different shirt.
The stranger seemed to notice her fear and quickly spoke, "It is alright. You are safe."
Wanderer looked at him, confused. What was the man saying? She couldn't understand him at all! What had happened to her?
"Iston le?" Wanderer asked.
The stranger seemed taken aback and responded with, "Pedich Edhellen?"
"Tancave."
"Man eneth lin?"
"Aranwen. Man eneth lin?" Wanderer said, calming down.
"Elrond Peredhil. Telin o Imladris."
Wanderer nodded and felt a sudden sharp pain in her forehead and she doubled over in pain. Elrond's face grew concerned and then he noticed a chain slip out from her neck. And hanging from the chain was a ring. A very familiar ring.
"Man mathach?" asked Elrond.
"Im harnannen!" Wanderer cried, gripping her head and her arrow wound, both of which were hurting her.
"No ce ammaer ab lu thent," Elrond said, unsure of what to do for the injured Ranger.
Her hand went to the ring as the pain subsided in her head and chest. She gripped it tightly. Elrond stared at it and the Ranger noticed his gaze.
"What is it?" she asked, speaking for the first time in the common speech.
"You speak common speech?" Elrond asked.
"I guess," she said with a shrug.
"Where did you get that ring?" he asked pointing at the ring in her hand.
"It was a gift from my mother before…" she said, feeling pain once more in her head.
"Tell me at another time," he said quickly, worrying that his questions were hurting her. "Tell me what happened to you."
"It was Beran," she said remembering.
"Who?"
"Beran. He shot me. He meant to kill me!" Wanderer cried out, remembering the whole event and tears fell from her eyes.
"Why would he do that?"
"Because I ran away. I wouldn't stay with him after he had the whole camp murdered, so he decided to kill me. He was a Ranger too."
"You are safe here. He can not hurt you," Elrond said, trying to reassure the distraught Ranger.
"He thinks I'm dead and I-I killed him!" she said, as she began to sob. "I killed him!"
"It's okay, Aranwen. It's okay…" he said, taking the weeping young woman into his arms, trying to comfort her.
Someone knocked at the door and it opened to reveal Arwen Evenstar. The Elven beauty entered the room and walked over towards her father. As she reached the sobbing young woman, concern on her ageless face, the young woman's eyes met Arwen's. The Ranger's gray-blue eyes sent a shock through Arwen and the shock was completed when she saw the ring in her hand. That's when the normally calm Arwen Evenstar collapsed.
Author's Notes:
More suspense! This was annoying chapter to write! The next chapter will be up on April 20th, 2005! Until then, please review!
(Elvish Translations)
Iston le? - Do I know you?
Pedich Edhellen? - Do you speak Elvish?
Tancave. - Yes (certainly)
Man eneth lin? - What is your name?
Telin o Imladris. - I come from Rivendell.
Man mathach? - How do you feel?
Im harnannen! - I'm wounded!
No cen ammaer ab lu thent. - May you be better soon.
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